Talked with Daughter this afternoon and heard an interesting experience in her day. Her door bell rang and she opened the door to find a young woman, dressed in hospital scrubs, in distress. She'd had car trouble on a nearby street and needed to use a phone. Daughter scanned the area and could see nothing threatening. The woman invited her to step outside so she could show her the car. Daughter handed her cell phone to her, she made a call, and that was it. Later in the day Daughter found a rose and a note in her storm door. It was from the young woman explaining what a horrible day she had been having, that no one would open their door to her. She was thanking daughter for being so kind to her. It seems we're more and more afraid to trust people. I think that's sad. The young woman was black. I don't want to believe, I really don't want to believe that was the reason no one opened their door. It was certainly a thought provoking experience, that such a small deed had meant so much to another human being. I wonder what I would have done in that situation?
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